Although the three hundred Mandu banner cavalry rushed into the Sui army's central army, the sturdy cavalry lost their sharpness like a dragon mired in a quagmire. In the dense forest-like formation of the Sui army, the speed advantage of the light cavalry disappeared. Once the cavalry can't charge up, the cavalry sitting high on the horse's back is almost no different from the grass handles stabbed by the long lancers during training.
Thaler is brave enough, and his mace is heavy enough. From rushing into the Sui army formation to dying in battle, he sent at least a dozen Sui army soldiers into the underworld. With his martial arts, he should have even more dazzling achievements in the upcoming battle. But... he was so easily swallowed by the Sui people's army.
He died of arrogance, the strength of the enemy army was not the main reason for killing him.
This is the first war between the two most powerful empires in the world in more than a hundred years. The Mongolian and Yuan cavalry across the western world have never encountered anyone who dared to resist them before. In other words... the Mongols are more unfamiliar with war than the Sui people. Wherever the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry went, no one dared not to bow their heads. Although Thaler had killed many people before, it was a massacre, not a fight at all. For a long time, no one dared to resist, which made them develop a very arrogant and arrogant character.
In their view, those Sui people who didn't even have war horses were like those weak tribes. As long as the cavalry rushed over, they would kneel and surrender. Thaler looked at those Sui people, just like a slave owner who is used to domineering looks at humble and ugly slaves. But there is no doubt that the Sui people are not his submissive shepherds.
Three hundred fine riders failed to charge ten paces into the Sui army's central army.
The Mandu wolf in the distance frowned slightly, his face gradually becoming serious.
"Without war horses... the Sui people can also have such combat power."
He sighed softly, then shook his head again: "Fortunately, the brave Thaler and his three hundred cavalrymen used their lives to prove the tactics of the Sui army for me. Although he died, he still established Great work. Please help me remember that when I go back, I will kill two women from the Beiliao region and a cold horse to be buried as Tale."
His guards responded immediately.
"The weapons used by the Sui people are very long. If our cavalry cannot fly like eagles, once they get entangled by them, they will become powerless to fight back. This is not good..."
Mandu Lang pondered for a while and then ordered: "Zhe Na, Teli, each of you lead five hundred cavalry, and attack the two wings of the Sui army respectively. Remember, don't charge into the enemy's formation, take the cavalry behind them. The side is like the wind. Then greet them with spiked arrows, let them appreciate the archery skills of our Mandu Banner warriors!"
"Huha!"
Mandu Lang's two subordinates, Zuna and Teli, took the lead and rushed out of the formation with 500 cavalry respectively.
Li Xiaozong looked at the enemies who died in battle with a serious expression.
It seems that the first attack of the Mongolian cavalry was resolved cleanly. Three hundred sturdy prairie light cavalry failed to charge even ten steps into the army formation. But Li Xiaozong also saw another thing, which made him worry more and more. Three hundred Qingqi stepped into the formation, and he was expected to be trapped to death by the spear formation. But... the number of people lost by the Sui army was no less than that of the Mongolian Yuan people. From this point, it can be seen that the Mongolian Yuan cavalry has a strong combat effectiveness.
The trapped cavalry can still fight off almost the same number of enemies.
"Twenty steps back!"
Li Xiaozong waved the command flag and ordered loudly.
With the sound of the horn, the army formation of more than 2,000 people quickly retreated a distance of 20 steps. In this way, the corpses left after the fighting were let out, and these corpses could also prevent the enemy cavalry from charging. Just as the army retreated, the cavalry of the Mandu Banner on the opposite side launched an attack again. Two cavalry rushed over, one from the left and the other from the right, and it seemed that they were going to attack the two wings of the Sui army.
"Archers ready!"
Li Xiaozong waved the command flag, and the archers who had retreated before moved forward again. The soldiers on both wings quickly changed their formation, from a square formation to a circular formation. The shield hand and long spear hand are ready, and when the archer withdraws, they can quickly make up for it.
These formations have been trained countless times in their daily life. As soon as the commander's command flag is moved, the soldiers can move their positions subconsciously and complete the change without even thinking about it. The reason why the Sui infantry was able to win countless foreign wars has a lot to do with their infinitely varied formations. Whether it is offensive or defensive, the Sui army has many formations that can be used.
But the second attack by the Mandu Banner cavalry caused the Sui people a lot of suffering.
The enemy has no intention of stepping into battle at all.
A thousand cavalry swept past the two wings of the army formation, about forty steps away from the army formation, and those Mandu Banner cavalrymen who howled like wolves kept pouring their spiked arrows at the Tai Sui army formation while galloping. . Prairie cavalry are proficient in bow and horse, and they can easily control the horse with only their legs. Compared with the infantry bows of the Sui Dynasty, the cavalry bows of the prairie cavalry had a shorter range and were made of boxwood instead of composite materials like the Sui infantry bows.
Although Boxwood's riding bow looks at least one size smaller than Tai Sui's walking bow, it has a faster rate of fire. Within a distance of seventy steps, if arrows were fired at the same time, the Sui infantry who used the infantry bow would shoot at most two arrows in the same time that the grassland cavalry shot three arrows.
The cavalry passing by both sides of the army formation like the wind, and the Sui army on the periphery of the general formation were torn off layer by layer like knives. Spike arrows flew into the formation of the Sui army densely like rain, and the archers of the Great Sui fell down wailing. The Sui people who stood still became a target, but it was difficult for Sui people's archers to capture the passing enemy horses.
Soon, two cavalrymen swept past the two sides of the army formation, and then crossed behind the Great Sui army formation, washing the Sui troops with feathered arrows again.
"General!"
A soldier shouted eagerly to Li Xiaozong: "If this continues, our people will be shot down by the cavalry of the Mandu Banner in a short time!"
Li Xiaozong frowned tightly, his lips were almost bitten open.
On the other side, Mandu Wolf couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of pride: "Infantry vs cavalry, as long as you don't touch... Li Xiaozong, why do you win?"
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Less than a mile away from the Langrushan Canyon, Zhao Sen waved his hand weakly and issued a military order: "Fight from the flank, don't rescue Pan Mei again! Charge to the canyon, and no matter what, the Mengyuan people cannot block the canyon!"
"Here!"
The soldiers responded loudly, and then changed their formation in an attempt to evacuate the battle group. Pan Mei was trapped too deep, and Zhao Sen, the Zhechong Battalion, could not tear through the enemy's siege to rescue her. From the outside, Pan Mei's team could not even be seen. Under such heavy siege, Zhao Sen did not have the slightest confidence to break through the enemy layer by layer with his 1,220 soldiers.
Seeing the Sui army on the periphery trying to withdraw, the Meng Yuan people in the brigade urged their horses to separate from the team surrounding Pan Mei and chase Zhao Sen.
"Fuck me!"
Pan Mei, who was trapped in the middle, cursed angrily, and spat out the bloody smear. He looked at the enemies rushing forward like crazy in all directions, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Although he had resentment in his heart when he withdrew, he still maintained the most basic qualities of a great Sui general. His men and horses rushed to the canyon in a procession, and when they were about to rush to the mouth of the canyon, they were surrounded by Mongolian people rushing up from all sides.
That's not a soldier!
When Pan Mei saw countless herdsmen surrounding him, he didn't pay much attention to it. Among the nomads, he even saw women and half-grown children barely reaching the height of his shoulders. Such a group of people, no matter how many there are, what is there to be afraid of
But as soon as the two parties came into contact, Pan Mei knew that she had made a big mistake.
Li Xiaozong reminded him before that the folk customs on the grassland are tough. Boys dare to climb on horseback when they are four or five years old, and they can gallop on horses when they are ten years old, and they are proficient in bow and arrow. And those women with dark skin and strong bodies are no worse than men when wielding a scimitar. Howling, they surrounded like a pack of wolves and devoured the Sui people layer by layer.
A Sui Youxiaowei elite soldier in the Zhechong camp was surrounded by at least tens of thousands of herdsmen. And those herdsmen don't seem to have the slightest fear of death. Although they were tough, they were facing the well-trained elite soldiers of the Great Sui Youxiaowei. They can ride horses and shoot arrows, but their killing skills cannot be compared with the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty. But even so, at the cost of two herdsmen and even three or four people fighting off a Sui soldier, none of them were frightened by the blood and corpses.
"The enemy is divided."
A sharp-eyed soldier pointed at the discovery in front of him and shouted. He could see the smoke rising from behind the herdsman's team, which was a sign that the enemy's rear team had left.
"Reinforcements are coming to save us!"
Pan Mei's eyes lit up, and she pointed in that direction with her long lance: "Front Arrow Array, go out!"
The remaining five or six hundred soldiers of the Sui army used Pan Mei as an arrow and killed towards the slightly weaker siege formation. Pan Mei now began to regret not listening to Li Xiaozong's words, not experiencing a real war, and not being able to gain a full understanding of the enemy.
Li Xiaozong said that those herdsmen who hold machetes are soldiers. But Pan Mei didn't care about it at the time. In his opinion, the common people are the common people, and giving them knives is at most a riot.
But now he understands that when a country is invaded by the enemy's army, the people can often break out with the same combat power as the army, and even more crazy.
He no longer remembered how many people he stabbed to death with his long spear, including old people, women, and half-grown children. But he didn't feel unbearable at all, because this is a battlefield, and the opponents are all enemies. If you are soft because the other party is a child, then that child will not hesitate to cut the machete into your throat.
Why haven't you joined the people outside yet
Pan Meiyi stabbed to death a Mongolian woman whose face was covered in blood. The woman had a waist as thick as a bucket and an ugly face. When she fell, the expression on her face was particularly ferocious. Pan Mei saw hatred in her eyes, and this hatred made his heart tighten.
If the rescuers outside are fighting inside, why haven't their battle flags been seen yet
Pan Mei had doubts in her heart, but she soon found the answer.
That's right... The people outside are not here to save themselves, their goal is to defend the Qingxia, and their own lives are relatively insignificant.
I can only rely on myself.
Pan Mei took a deep breath, and kicked the oncoming herdsman off his horse. But when he rode his horse forward, his horse was cut off by two herdsmen. The war horse, which had lost its center of gravity, fell forward, and Pan Mei was thrown out violently. The long lance in his hand flew out, out of reach.
When a herdsman saw the enemy general fall off his horse, he roared and jumped off his horse. Holding the scimitar in both hands, it stabbed fiercely at Pan Mei's chest.
"Go away."
Pan Mei kicked the herdsman away, and then tried to pull out the horizontal knife under her body. But the horizontal knife was too long, and he couldn't pull it out while lying on the ground. At this moment, a herdsman riding past leaned over and slashed at the shoulder of Pan Mei who had just sat up.
Blood splashed out fiercely, and Pan Mei was thrown forward by inertia.
The herdsman jumped off his horse and rushed towards Pan Mei brandishing a machete. Enduring the pain, Pan Mei got up and pulled out the horizontal knife, stabbed the herdsman in the lower abdomen, and then kicked him away: "You lowly barbarian, get out!"
He cursed loudly, but his back was split open by the enemy. He fell again and was pinned down by rushing herdsmen. One, two, three... Five or six herdsmen squeezed Pan Mei underneath like an arhat. Countless fists smashed down, and the knife pierced in again and again.
"Go away... you... low... savages!"
Intermittent shouts came from below, and finally became too weak to be heard.
When the herdsmen stood up, the mortal enemy in front of them was beyond recognition. Under the iron armor, thick blood flowed out along the gaps in the armor.
The herdsmen froze for a moment, then rushed forward again, frantically peeling off the armor from the dead body.
No one looked at those eyes that were dying, and no one paid attention to that unwilling expression.